I am stumped.
I am trying to find ad sales people who work for cable-tv companies--specifically the people in their marketing department, not the people who you talk to if you want place a commercial. But after days of looking, I am empty-handed and frustrated. Anyone out there know anyone?
I'm trying to do something other than talk about myself while on reality-tv shows. I have a brain, I promise. Although I have been working on writing a book, and I am under the impression what I have so far is funny. So we'll see what happens with THAT. Mom and Dad, beware. Just kidding.
Will you be at the HRC dinner in Chicago? I believe I will. Fancy fancy, these high-society parties are. I'm tempted to cut my bleached hair into a mohawk and wear eye-makeup and dress myself like I'm the lost member of Green Day. Those political-types need to be shaken up a little bit. I am always nervous in those settings, like somewhere in the back of my mind I think I'm not good enough to be in the room. Although there's no need to over-compensate and look crazy just for the shock-value. So I'll just dress normal, thanks.
You read The Advocate or Out, you see all the images of things you don't have, hear about the things you don't do, see guys who look the way you don't look, like they're telling you that they're juuuuust a little bit better than you. And now that I am no longer a teenager, and I have actually developed a shred of self-esteem, I can't help but feel combatitive when faced with the holier-than-thou attitude people throw on each other to feel better about themselves. Gross. We need to be nicer to each other.
I was at a party the other day, and I literally started looking at people and smiling at them, just to see what would happen. Most of the gay guys would look at me and quickly look away, doing that pretend "I didn't see you" thing. A few thought I was hitting on them, and got snotty--as if when someone is going to take an interest in you, you should put them down. Nice. And the straight people? They smiled back and said hello. Because I wasn't doing anything weird. I was just making eye contact in the hopes of starting conversation. God forbid, you talk to someone without wanting to have sex. I wasn't even thinking about that, I was thinking about what I was going to have for dinner. Sheesh.
That's all for today. Talk to strangers, people, you're not kids anymore. It's okay.
Hugs. Thanks for reading.